Logan was having, while not the best morning ever of all time, at least it was a decent, pleasant morning. An hour before, he had quietly left the room he had 'borrowed' from the mage(Logan slept in the corner, it was comfortable enough), and had wandered down to the main floor. Not fifteen minutes into his study of the Thoron tome before he was approached by a slightly tipsy and attractive young woman wanting to know what he was doing. Despite the hated questions, he accepted, as the woman brought at least some nutrition in the form of drink. Another thirty minutes had past before she was sitting on his lap, and he was telling her in detail about various things, the current one being about alcohol, more specially how he could tell how the inns ale was made from the taste.

The dark mage took a sip, gave a look of concentration, then looked at Lumara and voiced his findings. [b]"Bitter. Water and grain... I believe that ale is also fermented with yeast. However, unlike beer it does not have hops in it. This allows for a different tastes depending on what one does."[/b] He concentrated momentarily, as if adjusting his thoughts against the drink he'd been having. It was definitely a new experience this early in the morning. However, in the drunken haze, Logan figured out what Lumara was reminding him of. A [i]cat[/i]. He reached up and rubbed the wyvern lord's head, before continuing with: [b]"...Another drink? You appear to have finished yours."[/b]